Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.